Saturday, October 24, 2015

A Little mouse

Tears trickling down the cheeks of a little mouse
Rolling down a distance of not much height
Years wearing off from the ones so low
It fears if it might not survive the night
Bars of prison in the rat trap
It bangs against the door so very hard
It bleeds thin but it bleeds within
Late wounds now turned into fresh scars
Seized under stress, wagging its tail
Somebody will save the little rodent
Thinking so, it waits and wails
Until the hell under breaks lose its vent
Little mouse had a terrible tooth
Lost in a flight in search of ruth
Little by little receding in dismay
Little mouse let the night take it away
In the end when the light went down
Mourning over that squeaky sound
When all rat pack followed back their trail
That's when the bars did finally fail
That's when the doors went down
And a little soul escaped to Underground